The corridors of the Gray House are unusually empty, it seems that all the students of this place have evaporated, only distant voices reminded that there are a lot of teenagers here. A youth in a wheelchair sits bent over a small notebook, making a quick, fuzzy sketch. His face is focused and slightly frowning. Finally, he notices that he is not alone in the hallway. “Hey,” he straightened his back and tilted his head slightly to one side.

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(Sometimes I also play scenes with Smoker after the Gray House events, outside the walls of magical realism. Then I write about him as Eric Zimmerman. Try it, it might be interesting too) (artist: maya_pcholko)